Selena's POV:

"Deoxyribonucleic acid (DNA) is a nucleic acid containing the genetic instructions used in the development and functioning of all known living organisms." I repeated the sentence over and over in my head, willing my brain to retain the words. When it didn't, I sighed in frustration, burying my face in my hands and then running them trough my hair as my head fell on top of the open Biology book. My phone vibrated on the desk, causing me to lift my head and look at the screen, which was displaying my conversation with Kelsey via iMessage. 
Kelsey: This is torture '-.- 
Selena: You've been saying that for the past two hours. 
Kelsey: But it's the truth. 
Selena: I know. I think I'm gonna fail :(
Kelsey: Ha. Next joke please. 
I cracked a small smile. I haven't failed a test in my life. EVER. And now, thanks to the chaos that is my mind, I'm gonna break that rule. I typed a quick response and tried to focus back on the book. 
Selena: I'm serious. I've been staring at the same definition for 10 minutes. 
Kelsey: It's Saturday night and we're stuck studying. This. Is. Sad. 
I chuckled. Spending tonight at home was the least of my worries. The problem here was that I had an important Biology exam on Monday and I wasn't even half-through the whole syllabus yet. And there are some reasons for that..
1. I have slept a maximum of 3 hours due to how late I got home yesterday and how it suddenly became impossible for me to close my eyes. 
2. My eyes hurt from crying until I fell asleep and then a couple of times during the day. 
3. And the most important and, at the same time.. cause of the other ones.. Justin.  He was my biggest problem right now. I couldn't keep the douche off my thoughts. Even thinking about chromosomes would lead me to think about his chromosomes and how they must be perfect because they make a gorgeous individual. A part of me was hoping he would call me or text me saying he was sorry for what he said and did, but none of it happened. Even then, my brain wasn't able to stop thinking about him. I was hurt and I didn't want to see him (or that's what I told myself) but him not trying to contact me or apologize made me wonder if he really meant what he said yesterday. "When will you get it, Selena? I'm not good for you, my lifestyle is not made for you and you should've run away scared the second you met me instead of coming back to me all the time." I scowled at the memory. He even told me I should be scared of him and, truth be told, yesterday I was a bit scared. I knew he wouldn't physically hurt me but boy, were his words painful. It's been around a couple months since I met him and just when I finally admit to myself that I like him, he decides to push me away. "Selena!" my mother called from somewhere in the house. My head shot up and I realized I had been daydreaming. I sent Kelsey a quick reply and shut my phone off, stuffing it in the pocket of my Hello Kitty pajama shorts. I left my room and walked in the direction of her voice. I found her in the living room's table, siting surrounded by tons of papers and wearing her red glasses. "You called me?" I asked. "Yes. I wanted to show you the men's collection." she gathered all the sheets together and made them become one wad. "I just finished it." she grinned widely, handing me the drawings and sketches. I looked through them for a few minutes, taking a seat next to her while examining what she had designed. "I love them." I said sincerely, giving them back to her. In all honestly, I wasn't really into clothes for men and those especially weren't my style but they were good and I was sure they would sell like hot cakes. Her grin grew wider but then turned into a small frown as she scrutinized my face. "You look tired sweetheart, are you alright?" she asked in concern. I rubbed my forehead with my fingers. Oh Mum, if only you knew. "I'm fine, just sick of studying." I let out a soft laugh.  She gave me a sympathetic look before glancing back to her babies. "So can you ask Nate to model for me?" she inquired with a hopeful tone, making me bite the inside of my cheek. I opened my mouth. "I don't think that will be a good idea." I finally said, looking away. "Why not?" she furrowed her eyebrows.  "Mum, we.. Nate and I aren't together anymore." I said awkwardly. Talk about embarrassing. She gasped like it was the worst news she could have gotten. "But why?" she asked. "Just because." I shrugged, hoping she would drop it. "That's not a reason, Selena." she said. "Just stuff, Mum. I don't wanna talk about it." I said. Remembering Nate made me remember Justin and remembering Justin made me remember how upset I was with him all over again. She nodded and gave my hand a small squeeze. "You can still ask him if you want. I don't mind." I assured her. "Okay. I need to start searching for nice models." she sighed, getting stressed all of a sudden. "I could go to your school and put signs. There're a lot of cute boys in there." she suggested, waiting for my approval. "What? No, Mum. Oh no, that would be too embarrassing!" I shook my head frantically, causing her to laugh. "I will get you some hot boys for the premiere of the collection, don't worry." I smirked. I could already think of some names. "Oh, and you can ask Ryan." I sniggered knowing how he would say 'over my dead body' or something like that.  "True." she pointed and happily stood up, keeping her papers inside a folder. I felt my pocket vibrate and reached for my phone. What does Kelsey want now? I frowned when I saw I had a new text. I slid my finger across the screen to unlock it and opened the text.
You shouldn't leave your window open.
I froze. For a moment there I thought there was someone stalking me or something. But that was until I saw who had sent it. Justin. I rolled my eyes. What the hell does he mean I shouldn't leave my window open? "Um, Mum, I have to go back to studying." I jabbed my finger back at the door. "Sure, sweetie. Your Dad and I are leaving for a charity dinner. I left money on the counter in case you want to order something, okay? Take care of the kids and have Tommy in bed before 10." she instructed before kissing my cheek and disappearing. Only then did I notice she was wearing a formal plum dress and black stilettos, ready to leave. I went to my parents' room to see my Dad working on the knot of his tie in front of the mirror. "Hi, Dad." I said. "Hey. How's the studying going?" he smiled through the reflecting surface. I leaned against the door frame. "Not too well." I admit. "Don't worry. You'll be fine, you always are." he put on his jacket and kissed my cheek too before leaving with my mother. I stood there for a minute, just thinking. I had never realized the pressure I was under, the expectations my parents had from me. If I ever do badly in an exam, what will they do? Knowing them, I'll probably be grounded for a month so I'd better get back to my book, as much as I'd rather be doing anything else. I dragged my socks-covered feet to my room and opened the door, letting out a quiet groan, almost to myself, at the perspective of a Saturday night spent with nucleotides and genomes. As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted with a cool gust of wind coming from the open window. That reminded me of the text Justin had sent me, almost at the same time that a voice startled me. "About time you show up." I clutched my chest with one hand while the other was pressed against my mouth to prevent me from screaming bloody murder at the figure that was casually lying on top of my neatly made bed. "What the hell are you doing here?" I tried to keep myself from shouting since I wasn't alone in the house but let's say, I didn't do a great job. He sat up a little against the headboard and took a deep breath like he was thinking about something good to say. And, believe me, he'd better have something good, very good. His features were only traced by the dim light coming from the reading lamp of my desk, causing me to squint my eyes at him. "Listen, Selena, I—" he started. "Leave, Justin." I ordered sternly, pointing with my whole arm to the window and looking away, feeling nervousness creep up my stomach. Seeing him here, cracking his usual jokes like nothing had happened, just made me want to cry again. "Just hear me out, please." he pleaded, standing up from the bed and walking towards me. I could see desperation in his eyes but I wasn't gonna give in so easily. I lifted my hand up to make him stop and he did.  "No, you hear me out." I began with a loud tone while closing and locking the door, thanking the architect who built this house for making the walls so thick. "I don't even know where to start.. I, I suddenly get a call from Tyson telling me you're arrested. Can you imagine my shock? He didn't even tell me why you were there!" I threw my arms in the air, shooting accusing daggers his way. "So I leave my house in the middle of the night and go to this shitty police station to save you and I pay 350 freaking pounds for some crime you've committed that I don't know about because you didn't have the dignity to tell me, even after everything I did for you. Then you fucking yell at me!" I snorted bitterly, my tone going up and up as I got more worked up. Justin gulped down guiltily. "And.." I jabbed my index at him in pure fury. "you can't even say thank you. You can't even fucking thank me!" I hit his chest letting out all my anger, not caring if I was swearing, screaming like a maniac or hurting him – which obviously I wasn't – until he grabbed both my wrists in his hands to stop me. By that time, tears were rolling down my cheeks without me being able to control them. "I hate you, Justin. I fucking hate you!" I aimed to yell but it came out muffled because of the sobbing. "I'm sorry, Selena. I'm so sorry." Justin murmured holding me in his arms, pressing me against his muscular chest while I kept crying. I tried to free myself from his grip but he didn't let go. "I've never judged you. I've never questioned what you do for a living. You never tell me about your jobs or whatever they are, you never tell me about your problems and still I don't complain. I keep helping you with what I can.." I trailed off, the anger coming back to take away the tears. "I will pay you every penny of the bail back." he said, finally letting me go. I pulled away hastily. "Do you think it's about the money? Justin, I don't fudging care about the fudging bail." I stared at him and saw sadness and confusion in his eyes. His red t-shirt was completely soaked in tears around the spot where my head had laid on. "Just leave, please." I sighed, using the end of my sleeves to wipe my wet cheeks. "I'm not leaving until you've forgiven me, Selena." he tried to approach me again but I jerked away.  "What if I don't want to forgive you?" I asked, my voice twangy as I sniffed, glancing back up at his beautiful eyes. "I know you want to." he replied, managing to tuck a lost strand of my hair behind my ear. "Why are you so sure?" my voice was failing me, coming out softer that I wanted it to. "Because you're right. I'm the biggest asshole in New York Fucking City and if I could go back to yesterday's night, trust me, I would. I would take back what I told you and the way I treated you and I wouldn't yell at you and.." he looked down ashamed, making my stomach flip at his sincere mini-speech. "I'm so sorry, Sel; I need you to see it." he fixed his gaze on mine again, reaching to take my hand but I didn't let him. I could see it was being hard for him to swallow his pride and apologize but I wasn't gonna cave in at his first pretty words.  "Give me just one good reason why I should forgive you." I whispered, wondering if this would work out like it does in movies.  Justin's Adam apple moved as he swallowed and bit his lip as if he was debating whether or not to tell me something. Our eyes met and I willed him to speak, signaling this was his last chance with just my stare. He opened his mouth but took his time to utter the words. "Because.." he breathed deeply and ran his hands across his face and up, leaving his hair messy in the process. "Because I fucking like you, Selena." he admitted. My jaw dropped to the floor upon hearing his confession. I blinked a few times while my brain processed the new found information. I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, I didn't even know if I was dreaming. "I like the way you don't judge me, the way you don't ask questions, the way you worry about me." he took a step closer to me. "I like your smile and the way a wrinkle forms here when you frown." he caressed the spot between my eyebrows. "I like how you roll your eyes at me when I'm annoying. I like our bickers." he smiled softly to himself. "I like how you're funny and innocent and.." he reached for my hand, which was falling limply by my side, taking it and brushing his thumb across my palm before intertwining our fingers. "I like you because you're different." his honey orbs were fixed on mine, making me see that he wasn't lying, he was telling the truth. "And I know you like me too, Princess." he let the corners of his lips twitch up in a small smirk. I still wasn't able to speak. Has this boy, who just happens to be the most gorgeous man walking on Earth, confessed he likes me back? Is this really happening? Butterflies swarmed in my stomach as my own lips curled up in a smile.  Then an idea struck me.. actions speak louder than words, right? I leaned up and crashed my lips against his, taking him by surprise but he kissed me back, smiling into the kiss when he got the message. Our hands untangled and while mine clenched behind his neck, his encircled my waist. The kiss deepened as we tilted our heads and his tongue traced my bottom lip, causing my mouth to open and give his tongue the space it wanted. Everything we felt and everything we couldn't put in words was there, being transmitted through our saliva – as disgusting as that sounds. His hands started crawling down to my ass and I moaned when he squeezed it, pulling my legs up to wrap them around his waist. All the time I was softly scratching his scalp with my fingernails.  He walked backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed and he fell on it, tugging me with him so I was sitting on his lap. The kiss got momentarily interrupted because we both needed air but, as soon as I had taken a breath, I pressed my swollen lips against his again. I could spend all day kissing Justin and would never get tired of it. He stroked my sides with his hands making my top lift a bit, exposing the skin of my hips. When his fingers touched it, I shivered and he pulled away from the kiss, pecking my lips one last time. We stared at each other for a few seconds – me blushing, of course – until I decided to break the silence.  "We always end up making out like there's no tomorrow when we're in my room." Justin chuckled and played with a tendril of my hair that had escaped my messy ponytail. "I know it was hard for you to open up like that so I want you to know that I really appreciate it." I whispered, my palm caressing his cheek and tracing his defined jaw. It's definitely one of his sexiest features but, then again, what isn't sexy about this boy? "I've never told that to anyone, you know." he left my hair and clutched his hands around my back, looking down at me. "You're the first girl I've ever liked." I could see a faint blush on his cheeks and I almost awed and pinched them. "Like really liked." he said. "I'm glad you told me because I feel the same way." I admitted, resting my hands on his stomach, secretly feeling his toned abs. "Oh really?" he perched a brow. "I wasn't sure when you launched yourself at me like a hungry animal." he laughed, showing his perfect teeth.  I widened my eyes in embarrassment. "Shut up." I blushed burying my face in my hands.  He pulled my hands away, revealing a tomato instead of myself. "Say it, please." he whispered, interlocking our fingers. "Say what?" I asked confused. "That you like me. I need to hear it." he replied, as insecurity flashed across his eyes. He's probably never been told that by a girl. Everything girls want him for is sex but again, he only wants them for the same (or wanted, I hope). I thought about how strange it must be for him to feel something for someone for the first time and how cool it is that I'm the lucky one. "I like you, Justin Drew Bieber." I gave him my sweetest grin that soon plastered on his face too, making me grin wider. "I like your eyes and your lips and the way you get so cocky and annoying and I like it when you wink or smirk." I paused to giggle a little. "I like your hair and the way you're sweet and romantic in your own ways." I traced his hairline with my fingers, playing with the baby hairs. "And I like the way you make me feel." he leaned down to kiss me and his lips lingered on mine just enough to show me he was as happy as me that we had admitted our feelings and made up. Our romantic moment was rudely interrupted by a knocking on my door. "Sel, I'm hungry!" Tommy yelled from the other side. I immediately stood up from Justin's lap and walked to the door after telling him to stay quiet. "Hey, Tommy, do you want me to order pizza?" I opened the door and crouched down at his level. He nodded happily. "Okay, go play in your room until it arrives, yeah?" he sprinted off to his room right at the same moment Blake appeared. "He's here, isn't he?"  my brows shot up in surprise. "Are you Sherlock Holmes or?" I asked jokingly, making him chuckle. "I just know you too well. You only have that smile when you've just been kissed." he said and I turned scarlet. "Oh my God, Blake. Shut up." I ushered him to leave the corridor as he laughed at my reaction. "I'll order pizza for four." he announced, smirking as he disappeared inside the kitchen. "Extra cheese!" I shouted, making my way back to my room. I closed the door and leaned against it. Justin was now standing next to my desk looking at the photos hanging from the wall in frames. "You were cute when you were little." he said, taking in my presence and looking at a photo of me and Kelsey when we were about five playing in the park. "Am I not anymore?" I pouted, walking towards where he stood. "I would say you're more like sexy now." he winked and I blushed once again. "You have a biology test?" he changed the subject, pointing his chin at the book that lay open – and still unstudied – on my desk. "On Monday." I sighed. For a moment there I had forgotten about school and basically everything else but Justin. "I could help you study, you know." he inched closer, brushing my nose with his, his infamous smirk plastered on his face. "Study?" I raised my eyebrows questioningly. "There isn't an anatomy unit, you know?" he chuckled. "So I can't stay the night?" his face was beginning to transform into that cute pout that once convinced me of going to a party – and we all know how it ended – so I looked away and replied sternly. "No." I said. "But—" he started. "No, Justin, because I won't do anything if you're here and I already lost a day of studying because of you." the words left my mouth quickly and I didn't think that they would hurt Justin, making him remember about last night.  I bit my lip as his face went blank, emotionless. But his eyes showed hurt and I instantly regretted what I'd said. "The pizza is here!" Blake yelled, breaking the tension as both Justin and I turned to the door. "Hope you like pizza. I mean, if you want to stay for dinner." my front teeth latched onto my lower lip, waiting for his reaction. "Is there anyone in the world that doesn't like pizza?" he asked like it was unthinkable to dislike that delicacy and his smile was back. I inwardly sighed in relief. "I don't know." I shrugged, giggling. I took his hand and dragged him to the kitchen. "I like your Hello Kitty PJ's by the way. Jazzy used to have similar ones when she was like four." he sniggered, while I turned around and sent him a cold glare. Justin looked around the big apartment in awe and I felt bad for having a house like this when I had seen his. I probably looked like some spoiled twat. "Your house is.." he struggled to find a word. "Awesome." he said. I smiled up at him. "I'll give you a tour later." I say. We finally got to the kitchen and Blake was cutting slices of pizza while Tommy blew on his to cool it. "Hey." Justin said when my two brothers stared at him. "Um, this is Blake and you already know Tommy." I introduced them awkwardly. "Nice to meet you, Justin." Blake and him made one of those weird man-hugs. I was relieved that at least Blake wouldn't act like Ryan because I really liked Justin and my brothers' opinions are important to me. "Hi, Justin." Tommy stood on his chair to give Justin a funny handshake.  "Sup, buddy?" he ruffled his hair and he giggled. Justin had a thing for kids, they seemed to adore him. Please, Sel, who doesn't? True that. We sat around the kitchen island, eating our pizzas whilst we talked about random stuff. "How many tattoos do you have, Justin?" Blake asked, looking at the ones on his arms interestedly. "I don't know, I lost count after the fifth." he replied, making Blake laugh.  I eyed him with my brows furrowed. I've seen a few on his arms and torso, where else can he have them? I scolded myself for imagining the different spots where Justin's skin could possibly be inked. A stupid giggle escaped my mouth at my childishness. Everyone looked at me like I had just ran out of a mental hospital but I just sent them a 'what?' face and kept eating. "I want a tattoo but my parents would kill me if they find out I got one." Blake sighed, dropping his head in his hands. I scoffed. "Blake, please, you're fifteen. Plus, tattoos are for thugs." I finished my second slice of pizza and, judging by the empty box, it was gonna be the last. Justin's head turned to me gasping. "Are you calling me a thug, Selena?" he gasped. "Aren't you one, Justin?" I retorted with the same amusement in my voice. He just shook his head and rolled his eyes jokingly. When we finished, we cleared the table and I put Tommy to bed. "Is Justin your new boyfriend?" he asked when I was covering his little body with the sheets. The question took me by surprise. "It's complicated, Tommy." I leaned down to peck his forehead. "I won't tell Mum and Dad. I like Justin for you, Sel." he yawned and I smiled, turning off the lights and leaving only the nightlight he always slept with on because he was scared of the dark. "Goodnight, sweetie." I closed his door and made my way back to the kitchen. Justin and Blake were talking animatedly – about cars, I think – and they seemed to be getting on very well. "Do you still want me to give you that tour or would you rather stay here with my brother?" I laughed, making Justin turn around and Blake roll his eyes. "I'll take the tour." Justin winked and came to my side. We exited the kitchen together but not before I mouthed a sincere 'thank you' at Blake. He just nodded and smiled. Well, aren't my brothers the best in the world? If we exclude Ryan, obviously.
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I showed Justin around the house. There wasn't really much to see, just furniture, but Justin looked like a kid with £1,000 in a candy store. "Your living room is as big as my whole house." he gaped as soon as we crossed the double doors to the room. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. It seemed like I was trying to show off so I just shrugged and let out an awkward laugh. "You play?" he asked, walking towards the black piano we had in a corner. "No, my Dad does." I replied, walking next to him. He lifted the lid and played a simple melody, his fingers dancing around the keys like he wasn't putting any effort into it. He definitely had a talent for music. "Who taught you?" I whispered quietly, afraid I would distract him from what he was doing. "My father. He used to play it when I was little but I haven't played in ages." he smiled to himself like he was remembering something good. I didn't know his father. I didn't even know if he still had one so I decided to swallow my curiosity and not ask about him.
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Once the tour finished, we were back in my bedroom. "Your room is still my favorite part of the house." Justin smirked, leaning down to kiss me. Hm.. I could get used to this. "Are you sure I have to go?" he pouted when we pulled away. I nodded my head, trying to stay firm to my previous decision. If he stays, I can say bye-bye to my plans of studying tomorrow. He sighed sadly. "Alright. Then, I'll see you on Monday?" he said. "Yeah." I nodded smiling.  "Will you be busy that afternoon?" he asked. "I don't think so, why?" my eyes narrowed in both suspicion and intrigue. He shrugged, grinning mischievously. "Just asking." he started walking to the window and I stepped in front of him. "You can leave through the front door, you know." A chuckle escaped my mouth as I gripped his arms to stop him. "My parents aren't here." I said. "Nah, I like the window." he assured me. Are you serious?! I broke into fits of laughter. "Ugh, leave me alone." he complained playfully, but ended up laughing with me until we didn't find it funny anymore.  "Thanks for forgiving me." Justin stroked my hair back and cupped my face in his hands. "And I'm sorry again." he pressed his forehead to mine as my hands crawled on top of his. "Although, I still think you should apologize for calling me a thug before." he said. "You know I love bad boys." I said seductively and he chuckled, crashing his lips with mine. The kiss was short but intense and passionate. And, after that, he was out the window and sprinting down the metallic stairs, leaving me there staring at the night sky, rocking back and forth on my feet and grinning to myself. Well, ain't I one lucky girl?